Chapter 677 The Last Petition of Chinese in California

The pine forests of San Bruno Mountain outside San Francisco were filled with gunpowder. When Leland Stanford's carriage stopped in front of the winding road, he and California Secretary of State William Holden had sandbags built up on the hillside through the car windows - several shiny twelve-pound rifled guns had been set up, and the muzzle was facing the throat leading to downtown San Francisco.

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Irish militia captain Patrick O'Donnell, wearing a bowler, shot his gun and stopped his way. The knees of his work pants were grinding white, but the brass plaque on his chest was polished brightly, and the barrel was tilted and engraved with "God and the True Agreement."

"I am Secretary of State Holden, this is Mr. Stanford." Holden raised the gold stamping certificate.

O'Donnell's muzzle was half an inch lower: "County Chief Smith has an order that all vehicles must be unboxed and inspected." He lifted the back curtain of the carriage, and when the four-neck suitcase was opened, there were bundles of California bank bonds inside, and the bundled hemp rope was covered with the fire paint from Crocker Bank.

"This is my sincerity to Bishop Hong." Stanford's civilization rod knocked the bottom of the car, "San Francisco Port has been out of service for half a month. How many days will your flour be enough for you?"

The captain's face was calm and smiled faintly, "Don't worry, our flour is enough. The True Job Pie is dedicated to eating with food, so believers can buy affordable rationed bread, eggs, cured meat, salted fish, vegetables, butter and milk!"

When the carriage ran over the gravel road, Holden caught a glimpse of a bastion-shaped united farm at the foot of the mountain, about 100 militiamen wearing bowlers and work pants were conducting queue training. Judging from their appearance, they all seemed to be the Chinese, as if they were lined up on iron plates!

San Francisco, True Cathedral.

Hong Renzheng was wearing a bright yellow robe and sat upright on a magistrate chair next to the altar. Lai Wenguang, the bishop of the Diocese of Zhenyousai in California, was also wearing a yellow robe. He pressed the handle of the Taiping Knife and sat beside Hong Renzheng with murderous aura on his face.

"Sales 50,000 tons of flour and 50,000 pigs," Holden unveiled the list, "the state government can temporarily suspend the exclusion of China."

Hong Renzheng sneered: "The Chinese Exclusion Act is a federal law, and the governor has the right to suspend it?"

"Although the "Chinese Exclusion Act" is established by the federal government, it is implemented in the state." Holden wiped his sweat, "As long as prices are stable, Governor Weiler can temporarily suspend the implementation of Chinese exclusion in California."

Stanford opened the four-piece suitcase he brought to San Francisco and smiled at Hong Renzheng and said, "Bibe, this is a California government bond worth $300,000. As long as you can hand over 50,000 tons of flour, you can give another $300,000 tonnes of flour."

Hong Renzheng seemed to hear some joke and smiled back and forth: "Mr. Stanford, you are really good at joking. California government bonds are almost burned by hungry Irish workers. What is the difference between its bonds and waste paper? Go back and tell Governor Weller that if we want us to open warehouses and release grain and stabilize California prices, we only need to meet one condition - Congress can revoke the Chinese Exclusion Act!"

Holden suddenly stood up: "This is a threat! The federal government will definitely not cancel the Chinese Exclusion Act under your threat!"

When Stanford heard the California Secretary of State say that, he almost hit his butt with his cane - why are you talking so hard? Do you really want to fight to the death? Didn't you see how well the Chinese in San Francisco have prepared for war? I really fought with them. Can you fight to another point? This US dollar will definitely not be profitable.

"Bishop Hong," Stanford quickly asked for a supplement for Holden, "The Chinese Exclusion Act is a formal law passed by the Senate and House of Representatives, and the signature of the US president. It is necessary to revoke the consent meeting to vote and then pass the entire process for at least a few months. How many months does this food price in California have to be maintained?

Hong Renzheng smiled and said, "California is not our Chinese, we Chinese are all going to be eliminated. Just mess around! If Congress and the President are really anxious, just hold a meeting and pass it quickly, and it will be done in one morning!"

"But it's at least a week from California to Washington!" said Stanford, "It's only two weeks."

"Okay, two weeks, I'll wait!" After that, he waved to Huang Shiren who was standing by, "Biss Huang, read our "Petition" to Mr. Stanford and Mr. Holden."

"Yes, bishop!" Huang Shiren, who was sitting on the bench next to him, immediately stood up, took out a roll of yellow silk, unfolded it and recited it loudly in English:

“The last petition for Chinese in California!

To the Congress of the United States of America and all free citizens:

When a government betrays its foundation for its founding, the fire of freedom only shines on some people, and when the law becomes a tool of oppression, the victims have the right and must speak out.

We Chinese crossed the ocean and went to the New World, reclaimed wastelands with blood and sweat, and obeyed the laws of this country with loyalty. However, today, the "Chinese Exclusion Act" has been added to us, which has deprived us of our right to work, to live, and to our right to dignity. This is not justice, this is tyranny!

We are not begging for mercy, but claiming rights!

Our opinion:

1. The Chinese Exclusion Act should be abolished! This act violates the spirit of the Declaration of Independence - "Everyone is born equal." If Chinese workers can be expelled due to their skin color, then tomorrow Irish, Germans, and even any foreign race can lose their foothold due to temporary prejudice.

2. The right to work fairly! We are not thieves, but builders. The farmlands in California are soaked in the sweat of the Chinese; the docks in San Francisco stand warehouses built by Chinese workers. If the United States needs our strength but refuses our existence, this is not a contract, this is enslavement!

3. Equal protection of the law! We pay taxes, abide by the law, worship God, but we cannot buy property, testify, and naturalize. If the law only protects white people, then this country is not a republic, but a country of caste!

Today, California is burning fires and gunfires, and it is not the rebellion of Chinese people, but the consequences of unfairness! If Congress still sits on the sidelines, the riots will not stop in San Francisco, and hatred will spread throughout the United States. We are willing to petition peacefully, but if justice is still rejected, history will record: It is not the rebellion of Chinese people, but the destruction of prejudice!

What we ask for is nothing more than a word - Mr.

Chinese in California are pleased to submit

July 25, 1859, San Francisco.”

Just as Huang Shiren was leaving with Stanford and Holden, Hong Renzheng had already turned around and walked towards the altar. On the altar, a gilded statue of Hong Xiuquan held this Heavenly King sword symbolizing killing in his hand.

"Brother Wen Guang, are you ready?" Hong Renzheng's official words were in Cantonese accent, and his fingers ran the mark of "Fengtian and Hu" on the scabbard, and then took off the sword.

"It's ready!" Lai Wenguang knelt on one knee and took over the Heavenly King Sword with both hands.

The Archbishop of the True Job Sect overseas and the Heavenly King Sword in the statue of Hong Xiuquan in the Archbishop’s church can all be removed, while the Archbishop’s removal of the Heavenly King Sword means that the Zhenye Sect in the diocese will pick up weapons to fight!

Hong Renzheng looked at the statue of the father and the second son of heaven, and said sarcastically: "The American Declaration of Independence says that 'people are born equal'." He suddenly sneered, "But the 'people' in their eyes never include yellow faces. So our petition is a declaration of war in the eyes of others!"

Lai Wenguang, who had just arrived in America, smiled and said, "Then let the fight! Archbishop, leave it to me!"

At this time, the sound of wheels rolling and horses neighing outside the yard came from outside the yard. Through the window, you can see that outside a lonely yard opposite the street, militia wearing bowlers were moving large boxes out of the yard and carrying several carriages. The pennant inserted on the shaft said "True Contract for the Righteousness".

Hong Renzheng took his eyes off the carriages and said to Lai Wenguang: "When the Heavenly King raised troops in Jintian Village, there were only more than 10,000 soldiers who could fight, but now there are 20,000 real soldiers in San Francisco alone. And there are 1,000 bitter sour shells, so I have to fight hard!"

Sacramento.

Under the dome of the state government building, the Chinese version of the Chinese version of the Chinese Petition curled into ashes in the fireplace. Governor Weiler, who had just thrown the "petition" into the fireplace, burst out his hands, and his angry face was still unrest.

"They dared to tamper with the Declaration of Independence!" The former governor of Bigler waved the English version of "The Last Petition of the Chinese", "The 'people' in 'Equal' clearly refer to white Christians! But that's good, we now have evidence to prove that the Chinese have launched a rebellion!"

The window glass suddenly trembled. When the secretary knocked open the door, he brought in a strong wind, which made the yellow silk in Bigler's hand shake: "Governor, they are setting fire!"

Weller threw himself to the window. The sky south of Sacramento had been dyed orange and twelve smoke columns were already high. The nearest farm was only five miles from the State Government Building, and a figure wearing a hat was seen throwing bundles of wheat straw into the fire.

"That's the collateral for Crocker Bank!" Leland Stanford shouted, "Just valued at $100,000 last month."

"According to Article 7 of the California Militia Law!" Bigler said excitedly, "The property of the rebels can be confiscated immediately!" His passionate eyes swept across everyone, "Now, you can still steal some food when you send cavalry!"

"Yes," Lelan Stanford nodded while wondering what level the fire would push California's food prices to?

These Chinese would rather burn their stored grain than sell it. This is really a big decision!

"I announce," Weller finally made up his mind, "This rebellion in California is an attack on the United States of America initiated by the Chinese and the True Jobs! The California government will confiscate all the property of the True Jobs and the Chinese in California in accordance with Article 7 of the California Militia Law! In addition, we will request support from the Federal Army and the Pacific Fleet that assisted California is facing an attack from foreign enemies!"
Chapter completed!